The gusts of the malicious black wind
tear down the golden leaves from the
Curved branches in the enchanted forest,

Cold whirlwind brings dark, touches
The ground with hatred, sets fire wrath in the souls...
bestial wrath of the battle.

O, lord of the night, bringing honour and pride,
I see the winter shades going
Away, as the ships leaving for the evening sea,
accompanying with the ravens

Screams. under the silver moon in the crying clouds...
my incinerated heart
Is bleeding... winds and storms were summoned
from the past by the art of evil

Wondering and the blasphemous lust of midnight,
and they will stay here till the
End of times, collecting the power and malice.
in the darkness, among the

Black stones. the trees whispered,
curved the bared trunks... night came
To me, in the crown of dark blue skies,
glorified by the spirit of cold storms.
And darkness.